You Can Still Run

No roof overhead, so you slept under stars.
There's nobody now who knows where you are.
They're still dragging the lake,
That ache in the heart of town
Where you watched everything you had go down.
It sank so fast, it made no sound.

There's still blood in your veins,
And a history in scars.
It's thirty miles to the state line,
But you can still run that far.

Dreamt of ropes at your throat,
Where your voice had been caught.
Woke to a damp gray dawn,
And your tangle of thoughts.

The only things you've still got
In this colorless place, this tightening knot.
Felt a chill run through,
Like you'd never seen the sun.
But you've still got your will, and you can still run.
You can still run.